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A man in Scotland calls his son in London the day before Christmas Eve and says, “I hate to ruin your day but I have to tell you that your mother and I are divorcing; forty-five years of misery is enough.”

“Dad, what are you talking about?” the son screams.

“We can’t stand the sight of each other any longer.” the father says. “We’re sick of each other and I’m sick of talking about this, so you call your sister in Leeds and tell her.”

Frantically, the son calls his sister, who explodes on the phone. “Like hell they’re getting divorced!” she shouts, “I’ll take care of this!”

She calls Scotland immediately, and screams at her father “You are NOT getting divorced. Don’t do a single thing until I get there. I’m calling my brother back, and we’ll both be there tomorrow. Until then, don’t do a thing, DO YOU HEAR ME?” and hangs up.

The old man hangs up his phone and turns to his wife. “Sorted! They’re coming for Christmas – and they’re paying their own way."

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There is nothing wrong with my soul and I do not like when people tell me how to save it.

Sorry Eli ... a mis-placed joke on my part. I'm about as religious as a plank of wood.

That said, until recent times I used to have a monthly 'debate' with the Jehovah's and they always listened to my points of why there isn't, without judging or pushing, and I'd listen to their point. Rinse/ repeat every month.

Spookily they were the only people a very unfriendly German Shephard I had would allow in the front garden ...